"Oh, how nostalgic."

Tharja - Queen of Ylisse, drawled as she walked the quiet halls of a familiar, abandoned keep. The very same one she'd been holed up in on that fateful day just shy of a year ago. Her robes - a radiant symbol of royal matrimony - clashed as much with her former dark mage's garb as she herself did with these sand-worn rocks. Still, she kept her hand firm and tight on the strong-yet open palm at her side. The caress of a metal band on her palm still made her tremble while she looked at the man beside her.

Chrom said nothing to his wife while they walked through the quiet fort. Outside, a sandstorm buffeted against the foundations and cut their way off from the nearby Plegia Castle where the rest of their entourage, and the court of Plegia itself, awaited them. "Mmhmm," he mumbled in acknowledgment after some time of silence.

The Plegian mage turned to him with a dour frown that contrasted against her vibrant garb. She shook her head and sighed, clearly and keenly aware of how out of sorts the newly-crowned Exalt was at these proceedings. A show of peace between warring nations, on the grounds where his cherished sister sacrificed her life

Still, she had a plan to take his mind off of such matters, if only for a brief respite. and with their momentary isolation from the others, that made this a fine opportunity for her to put her scheme into action. "Oh, Chrom?" she spoke.

He stopped beside her, hands still in hers, and turned his head to face his wife. "Yes?"

"Do you remember what I said to you? A year ago?" she asked him with an almost casual air. It took a few moments before he blinked in realization before he shook his head and chuckled.

"I can't forget it, no," He admitted as he shifted to face her. His other hand reached up and grabbed hers before she let her fingers squeeze between his. "I believe that's why Frederick insisted on removing all the knives in your vicinity at first," he laughed.

"Yes, I suppose he was just being loyal, wasn't he?" she drawled with the slightest curl on her lips and a slight tither in her throaty tone.

"I told him off for that when I found him in the royal suite - I think he trusted you after that," Chrom noted as he shook his head again. The chortles between the royal couple faded away before the Exalt frowned. "Why did you ask, Tharja?"

"Mmm, well…"

The mage - a traitor of Plegia - slinked up to her husband and rubbed her bosom against his chest. Even such opulent robes could scarcely contain the voluptuous, deadly body that lurked beneath. The same one he'd had the distinct pleasure to see in all its glory night after night after their most unlikely of unions. He shifted his hand to her hips while she undulated and squirmed against him.

"I was just thinking that the journey had put quite the strain on us both, didn't it?" she asked him while her nails traced up his regalia and lazily wrapped around his nape. "Perhaps you'd like to…relax, a little?" she fluttered her eyes.

"Oh, is that all? And here I thought this was about the whole dagger business in my back," Chrom growled as his hand shifted to cup her plump rear. Not even her silken garb could hope to hide such a fine derriere, especially after she'd taken the path of the Dark Knight on a whim and taken up equestrian training.

"Well, I'm not the one carrying a dagger right now…am I?" she admonished him as she rubbed her hips against the bulge in his crotch. Tharja shifted up on her toe tips and leaned over his shoulder before she crooned into his ear, "And rather than your back…perhaps mine would be more suitable?"

"Damn you, Tharja," Chrom shuddered at her ministrations and mischievous machinations. His simple, curt oath made her laugh in that deep, throaty way that never failed to keep his attention.

"Mmm, I'll be the one cursing…milord~"

The Sand droned outside, utterly unheeded over Tharja's groans and Chrom's growls. Soon she found her dress hiked up around her hips as she pushed and undulated her globulous rump around the fat cock impaled in her ass. She groped the stone for support as her knees shifted and scraped together. Clear, liquid desire leaked out of her untouched, exposed pussy and down her shapely leg to the panties bundled down at her feet.

Everything was by design, right down to how easily she'd exposed herself once his attention and erection had been claimed. The morning Hex to harden her senses meant that his relentless and vigorous attack on her ass didn't hurt near as much as the thunderous claps would have one believe. Oh, she still felt pain - quite a bit, in fact. But the sheer numbing pleasure that also gripped her body made the sensations more than worth it while she rutted her husband's woes away.

F-Fuck, you're insatiable," Chrom snarled in her ear. Hearing his dominant voice and feeling the relentless onslaught on her body made Tharja's eyes roll back in bliss. Still, she had the wits about her to return fire against him, if only to prevent the Exalted ego from swelling out of his ears.

"S-Should say the same of yo-ooooou," she drawled with a glare in her eye and a curl on her lips. She ignored the chill down her spine and the grip on her hips while she rolled and rubbed her fat ass against his hardened crotch. Her toes curled in her heels as she dug into the wall with her nails.

Her Exalted husband didn't take kindly to her flippant lip as he reached forward and cupped her breast. Tharja hissed before she bit down on one of her fingers. "Careful, I'm sensitive there," she scolded him as she held up her right hand.

Chrom chuckled at her words as he kneaded and squeezed her tits through her dress. Her pebbly nipples poked out from the rich garb while her body shamelessly rolled and rocked back and forth against his dick. The plethora of pains and pleasures made her usually-sharp mind grow soft and dulled as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her thighs scraped together and stoked the fires in her loins to an unbearable inferno. "G-Gods, Chrom," his wife groaned.

T-Tharja," he shuddered at how she said his name - how she oozed the words out in such a way that left his scepter painfully hard as he forced his way in and out of her tight ass. The same voice that used to speak to him with such scorn and vitriol now carried such lust and love. A devotion that went beyond the decadence of the flesh and dug into their fingers in the form of those hot, metal bands on their fingers.

"A-Aah-hah?!"

Tharja gasped as Chrom pressed against her from behind until his hot breath thundered in her ear. She felt his lips latch down behind her lobe and shivered at the wet sensation. Her teeth clenched down on the finger against her mouth until she tasted a tinge of copper. Her tongue accidentally licked against her ring and withered at the metallic taste. No more words could pass her lips, lest she be drowned in her own moans and squeals.

Neither of the royal couple could guess how long they'd gone for - minutes, or perhaps even hours. Chrom busied himself on assaulting her neck with a flurry of kisses on her neck. His hand reached up and pulled at her mantle to expose the tender flesh between her shoulder blade and neck before he leaned down and attacked that. Tharja grits her teeth around her finger at the mark he left behind on her neck. The intense sensations rattled her senses and sent her right into the endless sandstorm of euphoria.

"C-Cumming!"

The dark queen moaned as Chrom slammed into her ass and unleashed his potent royal seed. He took the chance and leaned forward to peck at her facing cheek as the rest of her jaw was rubbed against the gritty wall. Drool leaked from her mouth while her orgasmic juices flowed down her thighs and puddled at her feet. Exalt and Queen shifted forward as he left her pinned against the wall until her haggard breaths finally grew still.

The sands outside grew softer and weaker. Slowly, Chrom reluctantly stirred and gently caressed his wife's spit-coated cheek"We should get back to the carriage - the storm is letting up," he weakly mused while he cleaned her face.

"Mmm, one more minute," His queen demanded as she slowly rubbed her rump over his crotch. The hot, sticky sensation in her ass made her shudder as her dress swayed down the sides of her thighs. "Maybe five," she appended her request.

Chrom shook his head at her antics as he ran his hands over her bare, silken shoulders. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted me for yourself," he accused her with a bemused smile.

"Mmm…Well, I wouldn't say that" she drawled with an unseen smirk as her hand drifted down to caress her taut belly. "I could be convinced to share your time…eventually."